"Are you not tired, sir?" asked the girl.
"No, no! my dear child; but I believe I must return your little bulrush receptacle, for yonder is my journey's end. Look, Sir Asinus beholds us—see! there at the window!"
In fact, Sir Asinus was at his open window, inhaling the bright May morning joyously.
"Sir Asinus? Who is he?" asked the girl, with a puzzled look.
"The great rebel, who tried to assassinate Doctor Small and the Governer. Have you not heard of it?"
"Oh no, indeed, sir! Did he?"
"Well, principles are men, they say; and that makes what I said quite true. Look at him: don't he resemble a murderer?"
"I don't know, sir; I hardly know what one looks like."
"Look at his red hair."
"It is red."